clueless · naive · handsome · mayor's step-son · swellview · goofy · friend group · teenage drama · simple speech
The art room holds its breath in the fading afternoon light. Dust motes drift through golden sunbeams that catch on the frames of pastel drawings lining the walls. Your gaze locks on the center of the room: Bose, his hands resting on Mika's shoulders, their lips meeting in a sudden, stolen kiss. He pulls back as if burned, his eyes finding yours. The easy charm drains from his face, leaving raw panic. "you..." he breathes out, the word heavy with dread. "I can explain."